I looked at the cloth in my hand through the faint light, it was an internal strength method, the name was very ordinary and familiar, called Changchun Immortal Gong.

This exercise is good at nourishing and repairing the physical body, and its nature is just and peaceful, and there is no danger of going mad. Ordinary people can also prolong their lives by practicing, and there is no need to think about immortality, but it is still possible to live a hundred years without illness.

It's just that whether the severed limbs can be regenerated, Chen Ziang is skeptical.

However, the method of luck is quite subtle, and if you have time, you should study it carefully, and it can also be used to give the repair boss a business.

"Boom ......"

The earth shook, and a stone slab fell overhead, followed by dust.

Chen Ziang's body shook, retreated a few meters, and frowned at the blocked corridor.

'Oh no, get out of here or you risk being buried alive!'

The north building collapsed, and after I came in, I had confirmed that the entrance had been sealed, and I had to go out from other places.

Since the surname Lin has paid the emperor's order, compared to the few exits on the fifth floor, he must have placed people, but he has the identity plate of Dongchang, as long as he is not intercepted by Lin Muhua on the spot, other forces will have to give some face.

As long as I leave the Wuyue Chaotian Pavilion, it is not the sky high and the sea is wide, let me travel!

Recalling the direction of Lin Muhua when he fled, Chen Ziang ran towards the underground entrance and exit of the South Building.

"Boom ......"

The tremors of the earth became more and more frequent, and from time to time stone slabs would fall and dust would fly.

Chen Ziang, who was running in the underground corridor, also became more and more heavy.

This underground tunnel looks like it's about to be destroyed!

"Fluttering ......"

Dust filled the entire corridor, but Chen Ziang stopped abruptly.

I saw that the corridor in front of me was half heaped with slate dust, but there was a little moonlight falling above.

The secret passage here is so close to the ground!

With a happy face, the pale golden light of his body appeared, and Chen Ziang jumped up from the mound of dirt and slammed his fist upwards.

"Boom ......"

The moonlight came from the gap between the two stone slabs, and he blasted it open with a punch.

The crescent moon is crooked, revealing a line of corners in the dark clouds, like a shy girl who does not dare to show her pretty face.

In a corner of the square, Chen Ziang jumped out from under the ground, and instantly felt his whole body tighten, and a desperate aura suddenly enveloped his body.

"Hmm!"

With a bend of his back, his feet suddenly sank down to support his body and not fall to the ground.

Looking at the square, the wind is howling, the flying stones are spinning and shooting, and the ground is rolling boulders, cracks and depressions are all over the square.

And the most striking are the figures that crisscross in the wind.

One of them was dressed in a black robe, hunting in the strong wind, he was holding a strange long arrow, his moves were wide open and closed, fierce and exquisite, and there was a sense of joy in the opening and closing of the slash, and although his moves were fierce, the subtleties were not lacking in subtlety, but he blindly attacked wildly, and rarely protected himself, so it was particularly fierce and violent.

Judging by the situation in the field, this person should be from Lunan, but he doesn't look like an old man who has lived for nearly two hundred years!

There were still five people besieging Lu Nan at this time, one of whom Chen Ziang knew, and it was Yu Xianghai, the commander of Jinyiwei.

Yu Xianghai punched with his bare hands, his fist was like thunder, and the sound was repeated, with the momentum of mountains and seas, and the fist shadow was like a frenzy, surging towards the Lunan people layer by layer, and there was a great tendency to drown the opponent in the sea of fists.

Except for Yu Xianghai, most of Chen Ziang's eyes were on a man with a sword.

The man's face is angular, his body is slender, the long sword in his hand is flickering, and the sword light in front of him is flashing, which has blocked most of the attacks of the Lu Nan people, and occasionally the sword light is sheng, and he can attack a few moves from time to time, but the Lu Nan man on the opposite side has a strange body, as long as it is not a key greeting, he almost does not dodge, but can take this opportunity to attack and kill at close range.

Amazing Sword - Liu Suiyun!

The other four are actually different, some are fierce, some are domineering, and some are chic.

But at this time, the faces of several people were not good-looking, several people belonged to different forces, and they didn't go all out at the beginning, but because they underestimated the Lunan people, their brothers were all damaged, and now they are even more deadlocked, and they may even be escaped by the Lunan people.

"Everyone, don't keep your hands! You have also seen the strength of the Lu Nan people, if he escapes today, you can imagine your life in the future. ”

The voice of a man in the distance drifted slowly, clearly audible in the howling wind.

"Mei Xinghe, you don't have a backache when you stand and talk, you have the ability to do it!"

A man with a knife opened his mouth and scolded angrily, this person was burly, his eyes were like electricity, his body was full of anger, and the long knife in his hand was in and out of the gaps, so wonderful that he was at the pinnacle, with the artistic conception of cutting everything off and seeking detachment.

The city defense general Mei Xinghe, the master in Prime Minister Zhen's mansion - the king of heaven asks for his own sword!

Chen Ziang's mind turned, and he had already guessed the identities of the two.

"General Mei is right, don't keep your hands!"

This time it was a monk who spoke, holding a three-strand vajra, with a sharp tip, on which was engraved the appearance of the angry king, and the pestle method was also powerful, with a will to suppress everything.

During the conversation of several people, the fight did not stop, and the actions of the Lu Nan people were even more violent, the air waves were rolling, the wind was screaming, and a hurricane was provoked by the strong wind of several people in the huge square.

Chen Ziang slowly took a deep breath, and after a while, the will pressure on his body had been withdrawn by several people, obviously seeing that he was just a junior who inadvertently broke into the battlefield, and no longer paid attention.

He didn't dare to stay here for a long time, his footsteps moved lightly, eight steps to catch the cicada, and his body floated backwards, even if he saw the great governor Liu lying on the ground and wailing in pain, he didn't mean to come forward to help.

'Liu Jin, you ask for more blessings!'

His figure flashed, and he had already left the square far away and ran outside.

In the square, the monk holding the vajra recited the Buddha's name, and the Ming King vajra, which was rough in his hand and had a twelve-finger length, smashed down on the head of the Lunan people with a fierce meaning that Ling Ran was not afraid of.

A long arrow slashed across a graceful arc and hit the tip of the pestle, and the two of them shook at the same time, and the monk then vomited blood and retreated.

A long knife turned into a shock, flashed in Lu Nanren's eyes, and slashed at his heart.

Heavenly King Inquiry Knife!

Bai Ziqiu's eyes condensed, and he saw the opportunity to suddenly slash out, and when the knife came out, there were thousands of changes, but in the end, it was reunited and turned into an ordinary downward split, that is, to cut the heart and the body!

Lu Nanren's body paused slightly under the monk's full blow, and the next moment he was shocked by the sword in his eyes, and the whole person froze in place.

The four-foot-long knife slashed at his head, but stopped half an inch above his head.

The terrifying innate Gang Qi gushed out through the Baihui Acupoint, and it stubbornly resisted the long knife above.

Liu Suiyun held the sword in front of him, his eyes were lined with the sword shadow of the terrifying sword, the sword body roared, the sword intent was in harmony with it, and the unity of the human sword turned into a streamer of light through the throat of the Lunan people.

"......"

A big hand blocked in front of his throat, but it was instantly pierced by the long sword, and he continued to stab forward unabated.

The Lunan people struggled to twist their heads, but their necks were still slashed by the long sword, and blood was spilled in the air.

A figure suddenly appeared behind Lu Nanren, and a hand pressed silently but quickly on his back.

A layer of ice crystals instantly appeared behind the back, spreading towards the whole body.

Yu Xianghai roared, and his fists took the opportunity to smash the arrow shaft in Lu Nanren's hand fiercely, hitting him the chest.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Lu Nanren, and the long arrow in his hand fell out of his hand, while he raised it with one hand and buckled the long knife on his head.

Bai Ziqiu's hands loosened, his body swung, and his right leg was already like an axe to open the mountain towards the head of the Lunan people. The air wave stirred up by the leg wind reached ten meters away, and a deep mark was made on the ground.

A vajra also collided with the power of demon subjugation, and it went straight to the heart.

Several of them launched the most ferocious attack on the Lunan people at the same moment.

"Two surnames marry, one contract. ”

A bland tone came out of Lu Nan's mouth, and the methodical tone did not match the dangerous situation he faced.

During the recitation, he did not dodge or dodge in the face of many attacks, slammed his palm in front of him, and flew away with a sunken chest and blood in his mouth.

"Good fate is forever knotted, matching the same name. ”

The vajra penetrated into the heart, and the frozen body shattered at the heart, and the body was transparent from front to back.

A long knife slashed through the monk's throat, and the clear and translucent head detached from the body.

"Look at the peach blossoms on this day, the room is IKEA, the melons are full of melons, and the Erchang is blazing. ”

Bai Ziqiu's legged axe struck his body sideways, crashing into the wreckage of Chaotian Pavilion, stirring up smoke and dust in the sky, but it couldn't make a trace of waves in his voice.

The two figures rose out of the smoke and dust, the chill was permeated, and the breath of freezing everything made the lower half of Lu Nanren's body become a lump of ice.

But the man left his arms and was shocked into powder by the true qi, and floated away in the hurricane.

"I would like to make a promise with a white head, and write to Hongjian. ”

The Divine Sword flickered, breaking through the sword light, and scratched a blood mark on Lu Nan's body, and the black brocade robe was even more shattered into pieces, flying away from the body.

Bai Ziqiu leaned forward, holding his long knife between his palms, but when he saw that the other party's one hand was loosened, his arm suddenly became longer and buckled on his right arm.

"Zila......"

An arm was torn off by the Lunan people.

And he himself was pierced into his throat by the Amazing Sword.

"Smack!"

The right leg that broke free from the ice shook violently and slammed into Liu Suiyun's chest, and the ferocious strength knocked him dozens of meters away.

The sword exited his throat, sending out a streak of blood.

Lu Nanren opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.

"It's good to put the alliance of red leaves in the mandarin spectrum!"

He stepped forward slowly, and an extraterrestrial meteor fell, piercing through his head and reaching the ground behind him.

His body shook slightly, and his straight body suddenly fell to his knees, his eyes dimmed, and there was no sound, only the broken shirt with long and short sleeves on his upper body hunted in the strong wind.